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"
What
is
your
real
name
?
"
I
asked
him
in
a
whisper
.
"
Magwitch
,
"
he
answered
,
in
the
same
tone
;
"
chrisen
’
d
Abel
.
"
"
What
were
you
brought
up
to
be
?
"
"
A
warmint
,
dear
boy
.
"
He
answered
quite
seriously
,
and
used
the
word
as
if
it
denoted
some
profession
.
"
When
you
came
into
the
Temple
last
night
—
"
said
I
,
pausing
to
wonder
whether
that
could
really
have
been
last
night
,
which
seemed
so
long
ago
.
"
Yes
,
dear
boy
?
"
"
When
you
came
in
at
the
gate
and
asked
the
watchman
the
way
here
,
had
you
any
one
with
you
?
"
"
With
me
?
No
,
dear
boy
.
"
"
But
there
was
some
one
there
?
"
